Reclaim the Stories (1)


Robin Hood's a guerrilla.
Robin Hood's at war.
Robin Hood steals from the rich
and gives to the poor.

Robin Hood wears a ski mask.
Robin Hood wears black.
Robin Hood has a laptop,
searching for the perfect hack.

Robin Hood's a hooligan.
Robin's IMC.
In prison for shoplifting,
Robin's you and Robin's me.

Robin Hood's a squatter.
Robin packs a gun.
Robin loves and leaves you
'cause he's always on the run.

In Sherwood Forest, Robin's band
are heroes, every one.
In the streets of New York City,
they'd be antisocial bums.

But Robin Hood creates a space
outside society
where you live by what your hands have made
and everything is free.

Robin Hood's pink/silver,
playing on his drum,
dancing to the rhythm
of a better world to come.

Robin Hood's a dreamer,
playing on his drum,
dancing to the music
of a better world to come.



Reclaim the Stories (2)


I have a son named Peter Pan.
He's eleven, not yet quite a man.

He spends his time in Neverland
in search of Captain Hook.
While his brothers go out to play football,
he stays buried in a book.

My son's a hopeless dreamer,
building castles in his mind.
His grades are lousy, his room's a mess.
I don't know what he hopes to find.

His teachers say he should take Ritalin.
His dad's afraid he'll become a fairy.
I wonder how he'll support a family
when it's time for him to marry.

But I love my Peter Pan.
He's eleven, not yet quite a man.

He lives for something you and I
have forgotten long ago.
I lost it when I came of age,
when the world told me, "No."

A world of lost boys,
a world of long-abandoned toys,
a society of brothers,
lonely, waiting for their mothers.

An opening of the window
between light and shadow.
Picking flowers, lighting candles,
dancing in the meadow.

I'm proud of my Peter Pan.
He's naive, but he understands
that Captain Hook was beaten
by the croc who ate his hand:

every grown-up has a demon
that haunts him from behind
ticking away his weakness
till he runs out of time.



Pigs


This little piggy went to Genoa.
This litte piggy stayed home.
This little piggy went to prison.
This little piggy went to Rome.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
all the way home.

This little piggy shot photos.
This little piggy threw stones.
This little piggy had roastbeef.
This little piggy had none.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
all the way home.

This little piggy wore a red flag.
This little piggy wore black.
This little piggy wore riot gear.
This little piggy had nothing on his back.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
we are under attack.

This little piggy's a pacifist.
This little piggy is not.
This little piggy played samba.
This little piggy got shot.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
things are getting hot.

This little piggy's a migrant.
This little piggy is brown.
This little piggy's a peasant.
This little piggy's from town.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
the shit is going down.

This little piggy's a lawyer.
This little piggy's a cop.
This old lady got tear-gassed.
This little baby got dropped.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
make this violence stop.

This little piggy got angry.
This little piggy got scared.
This one was on holidays
and came because she dared.
This little piggy cried, "We, we, we,"
we came because we cared.

This little piggy is dying.
This little piggy's at war.
This little piggy prays night and day
for the feeding of the poor.

This little piggy wants AIDS drugs.
Justice will do, for another.
This little piggy wants Revolution.
This one wants his mother.

This little piggy's a unionist.
This one's got no job.
This one wanted liberty
but instead became a mob.

This little piggy wore dred locks.
This one wore a tie.
This one came to be alive.
This one came to die.

This little piggy went to market,
found the marked smashed.
This little piggy makes clothing
out of bits of rags and trash.

Three hundred thousand little piggies,
marching peacefully.
Chased by tanks, burning banks,
crying, "We, we, we."

And this little piggy, the last little piggy,
the one that we all know,
cried, "We, we, we, we, we, we,"
united we will grow.

Yes, this little piggy, the last little piggy,
the one that we all know,
cried, "We, we, we, we, we, we,"
united we will grow.

We, we, we,
we, we, we,
united we will grow.